Sunday, July 30, 2006
Make No Mistake
...I am all woman.
I've always prided myself on being versatile.
I am more likely, on a Sunday afternoon, to turn on the game and park my flass (those of you not in the know...flat + ass = flass) in front of a tv with a 6-pack of Heinken and a medium pizza by myself...than go shopping with the girls.
I am more apt to go play pool on a first date, talk shit and laugh with a beer in my hand...than to dress up all cute and sexy, to listen to a dude spout out his "resume" of where he works, where he lives and what kind of car he has and what his 5-year plan is.
I am more apt to feel his body...than to silently wish he'd make the first move.
I'm more apt to hold on to your secrets than "bitch out" and tell all your business. Integrity to me is more than just a word that looks and sounds noble.
I have no problem baiting a hook, gutting my fish and spending a day out on a boat smelling like fish.
Yet, all in all, I am a woman.
I love a man. The thougth of a man. The reality of a man.
...I'm woman enough to admit...I need a man.
My heart yearns, my heart sometimes hurts...
I fall in love at a drop of a hat.
I laugh and giggle.
I hate to cry...but I do.
I am soft and supple...smooth and sexy.
I ain't a man....ain't tryna be a man.
I am versatile.
You won't find me professing that I have male tendencies. I like what I like and I love what I love.
I love..
beer (pale ale please)
I loooove playing pool (...and I will probably cry when they close down my pool spot after the winter leagues)
I ain't Nikki...but I love my RAIDERS like no other. RAIDER fans are the best fans out there. Bleed silver and black. (Culpepper, Moss...and yes, I'd marry Jerry Porter EVEN though he's a youngun)
yet don't get me wrong...
I love shoes like you would not believe...seriously...NO! Seriously!
I love to feel sexy and like when a man knows how to use that word (most men apply that to anyone that's scantly clad...or who they are tryna fuck)
I love getting maincures and those long ass foot massages after a pedicure
I love the feel of my pussy mound after a brazillian wax (yes, I do touch myself constantly....you know, they way men are always touching their dick, as if it has gone somewhere in the last 5 minutes...for some reason, they seem to think they must have lost it...lol)
I love the hot breath of a man as he whispers in my ear
...and I love how he carresses my boobies as he whispers in my ear.
I am blunt but I am emotional. I am jaded but I still dream for that fairytale. I can yell "fuck it and you!" when I am fed up but I can softly tell him, that I love the way he makes me aspire to be a better me. I'm nasty as fuck and I am extremely sensual. I am wishy-washy, I am decisive. I'm "real" as they come but I am as flighty as they go...
Too many woman revel in "thinking" like a man, "acting' like a dude...it's like that is a badge of honor for them. Naw, baby...not for me. Don't mistake me for a man, a dude, being macho...with male tendencies.
You'll definitely insult me. You insult my daddy...a 21 year old man who took it upon himself to raise his 1 year old daughter by himself. He made me what I am...and I am proud of him...raising me...a beautiful...all encompassing...WOMAN.
So, when I speak of being just a female...and speak of being a broads...it's not so much an insult because they know what they are. Their rough just like the words sound.
A woman, a lady...she glories in being. just. that. She likes when she knows that she's being watched...and she loves when it's a man doing the watching. She doesn't need to be "hard", she doesn't need to tell every man she meets that she can "hang" with the best of them. If your a man who loves a "ride or die"...that's fine. Yet, a woman...who loves herself...has integrity...values her sanity...ride and dies for what she believes in, rather than what someone expects of her... and if you become her focus and she sets her heart in believing in you!!!
Well, that's the kind of woman that will have you in glory being all. man!
Know the difference...
I am all woman!
I've always prided myself on being versatile.
I am more likely, on a Sunday afternoon, to turn on the game and park my flass (those of you not in the know...flat + ass = flass) in front of a tv with a 6-pack of Heinken and a medium pizza by myself...than go shopping with the girls.
I am more apt to go play pool on a first date, talk shit and laugh with a beer in my hand...than to dress up all cute and sexy, to listen to a dude spout out his "resume" of where he works, where he lives and what kind of car he has and what his 5-year plan is.
I am more apt to feel his body...than to silently wish he'd make the first move.
I'm more apt to hold on to your secrets than "bitch out" and tell all your business. Integrity to me is more than just a word that looks and sounds noble.
I have no problem baiting a hook, gutting my fish and spending a day out on a boat smelling like fish.
Yet, all in all, I am a woman.
I love a man. The thougth of a man. The reality of a man.
...I'm woman enough to admit...I need a man.
My heart yearns, my heart sometimes hurts...
I fall in love at a drop of a hat.
I laugh and giggle.
I hate to cry...but I do.
I am soft and supple...smooth and sexy.
I ain't a man....ain't tryna be a man.
I am versatile.
You won't find me professing that I have male tendencies. I like what I like and I love what I love.
I love..
beer (pale ale please)
I loooove playing pool (...and I will probably cry when they close down my pool spot after the winter leagues)
I ain't Nikki...but I love my RAIDERS like no other. RAIDER fans are the best fans out there. Bleed silver and black. (Culpepper, Moss...and yes, I'd marry Jerry Porter EVEN though he's a youngun)
yet don't get me wrong...
I love shoes like you would not believe...seriously...NO! Seriously!
I love to feel sexy and like when a man knows how to use that word (most men apply that to anyone that's scantly clad...or who they are tryna fuck)
I love getting maincures and those long ass foot massages after a pedicure
I love the feel of my pussy mound after a brazillian wax (yes, I do touch myself constantly....you know, they way men are always touching their dick, as if it has gone somewhere in the last 5 minutes...for some reason, they seem to think they must have lost it...lol)
I love the hot breath of a man as he whispers in my ear
...and I love how he carresses my boobies as he whispers in my ear.
I am blunt but I am emotional. I am jaded but I still dream for that fairytale. I can yell "fuck it and you!" when I am fed up but I can softly tell him, that I love the way he makes me aspire to be a better me. I'm nasty as fuck and I am extremely sensual. I am wishy-washy, I am decisive. I'm "real" as they come but I am as flighty as they go...
Too many woman revel in "thinking" like a man, "acting' like a dude...it's like that is a badge of honor for them. Naw, baby...not for me. Don't mistake me for a man, a dude, being macho...with male tendencies.
You'll definitely insult me. You insult my daddy...a 21 year old man who took it upon himself to raise his 1 year old daughter by himself. He made me what I am...and I am proud of him...raising me...a beautiful...all encompassing...WOMAN.
So, when I speak of being just a female...and speak of being a broads...it's not so much an insult because they know what they are. Their rough just like the words sound.
A woman, a lady...she glories in being. just. that. She likes when she knows that she's being watched...and she loves when it's a man doing the watching. She doesn't need to be "hard", she doesn't need to tell every man she meets that she can "hang" with the best of them. If your a man who loves a "ride or die"...that's fine. Yet, a woman...who loves herself...has integrity...values her sanity...ride and dies for what she believes in, rather than what someone expects of her... and if you become her focus and she sets her heart in believing in you!!!
Well, that's the kind of woman that will have you in glory being all. man!
Know the difference...
I am all woman!
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